The Man Without a Soul by L. Grant Dodge
Sea St. Beach
19  Crazy People
I awoke in possession of a lodestar called Nekkar, a.k.a. beta Bootes, which belonged to the class of stars identified with the archetype of the Prince.
“The question,” Janey said, “is are you a strong Prince or a weak Prince?”
“The question,” I drowsily replied, “Is are you crazy or am I?”
“Oh, it’s definitely me.”
“What if we’re both crazy? Or both princes?”
“I’m the Miser, which is a whole different lodestar. But you may have a point. You could be crazy, too. That would explain a lot, actually.”
In fact, Jake, I think it would explain everything. But then there’s no story, is there? And I might as well get up from this chair right now.
– I collect lots of stories from crazy people.
A story is a story, eh? But of course you might be crazy, too. I’m sure some of your fellow townsfolk would be prepared to make the case.
– I believe that’s true.
God bless you, Jake. With any luck one of them will come sit in this chair and do it right here, so you can add it to your collection.